When in her need, she's just amiss;
Or laying traps of guile and art,
To patiently wait and burn out your heart.
Leaving what's left at the end of the day:
An empty and a lonely dark.
Full of nymphs who want to play,
Who just don't seem to light my spark.
Oh, all I want's a nerdy hipster,
A girl to make my cold heart blister.
Who makes joy rage within my chest
For reasons alone of my own interest.
But remember, love is only fear and vomit.
It's for that fact I write this sonnet.
